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There were mornings I could barely face,
A stranger looking from the mirror’s place,
Every voice inside said, “You don’t belong,”
And every little failure sang along.
I wore a smile, I played the part,
While fear kept watch around my heart,
And faith was not a fire burning bright,
Just fingernails still holding through the night.
Hold on, brother, hold on still,
Even if it’s just your fingertips.
The hand of God is stronger
Than the grip you’re hanging with.
Love will carry what you can’t,
Grace will bridge what you can’t cross,
Sometimes faith is nothing more
Than not letting go when you’re lost.
There were days I knew I’d let them down,
Times I feared I’d finally been found out,
The imposter dressed in borrowed clothes,
Certain everybody somehow knows.
Pain can make the smallest mountain tall,
Anxiety can turn a door into a wall,
And depression steals the colours from the day,
Till even hope feels very far away.
Hold on, brother, hold on still,
Even if it’s just your fingertips.
The hand of God is stronger
Than the grip you’re hanging with.
Love will carry what you can’t,
Grace will bridge what you can’t cross,
Sometimes faith is nothing more
Than not letting go when you’re lost.
But love came quietly through an open door,
In those who stayed when I had nothing more,
In a hand upon my shoulder in the grey,
In someone simply helping me through one more day.
And looking back, I see what I could not see then:
God was there in ordinary friends,
In every kindness, every answered call,
A hidden hand beneath me through it all
I thought I had to hold on tight,
Thought letting go meant losing the fight,
But somewhere in the darkness I could see:
It wasn’t me holding You — You were holding me.
And when my fingers finally failed,
Your hand was there beneath the rail.
When I had nothing left to give,
Grace said, “Stay. There’s more to live.”
Hold on, brother, hold on still,
Even if it’s just your fingertips.
The hand of God is stronger
Than the grip you’re hanging with.
Love will carry what you can’t,
Grace will bridge what you can’t cross,
Sometimes faith is nothing more
Than not letting go when you’re lost.
And when the darkness turns to light,
And morning finally follows night,
You may look back and understand:
You never made it on your own.
Not by courage. Not by strength.
Not because you never strayed.
You are standing here because You were loved,
You were held,
You were carried
By grace.
(c) Jon Wensley
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Ah, songwriting can be a tricky medium, or should I say lyric writing can? It’s easy to be wowed by what AI can do in generating music and images, then feel tricked into an emotional response by a computer program. I’m sure some listening to this will presume that, because AI has done some, it has done the lot!
But YOU have written a magnificent lyric here, Jon, and have shown that, occssionally, a song can say something far more than can be expressed any other way. (And I think I can claim to know what I am talking about.)
Well done, Jon- I hear you, I see you, my friend.
Thank you.
That is why I wanted to put the lyrics on here as well, so it can be looked at as a kind of poem as much as anything.